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After all the stress about asking authors I admire to blurb my book, I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of that question! So when I was asked to take a look at Alice Ozma’s book about reading earlier this year, I was intrigued. To my relief, I loved the book…and I’m excited to welcome Alice to my blog ahead of her big debut. Read on for a funny dilemma and a chance to win The Reading Promise!

When your fearless leader, Erin Blakemore, reviewed my book and asked me to guest blog, I was thrilled. As

Okay, so I’d love to pretend that there were constant swirling rumors about The Heroine’s Bookshelf…but dare to dream.

However.

I am very pleased to officially announce February the month of Heroine Love. For many, it’s a bitter month, or a swoony one, or just a normal one, but just once, this once, I want it to be all about love of literature and, of course, love of literary heroines.

How will we celebrate? With guests, lots of them. In fact, no fewer than twelve of my favorite book bloggers will be joining the blog throughout the month

Next up in our series of guest posts on heroines featured in The Heroine’s Bookshelf is Ellen F. Brown, who may just qualify as the world’s nicest human being (unlike her subject). Ellen emailed me out of the blue (okay, I think I retweeted a link of hers, but still) to tell me she had heard about the book and wanted to introduce me to her hard-core Gone with the Wind fan friends. Why, the pleasure was mine! Want to continue on in great company? Click here to win a galley of the

A minute later, she was dragging a heavy marble-topped table across the floor, its rusty castors screeching in protest. She rolled the table under the window, gathered up her skirts, climbed on it and tiptoed to reach the heavy curtain pole. It was almost out of her reach and she jerked at it so impatiently the nails came out of the wood, and the curtains, pole and all, fell to the floor with a clatter.
– from Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Yes, waiting is hard, Scarlett! But tomorrow is another day, and the passage above is a